The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1887-02-04

in that. Thsrc was CONT IT. n'~svs'
In the know ledge that he o~e" :
man, and that he might start = "ssn
the world with no burden on his = 'oa'
shoulders or his conscience. Tn.
there was deep wound In his heart.
He had loved Marion 80 well that "a
give her mp was 10 voluntarily 70.
nouncc Gods sunlight. But all her life
had been spent amid luxury. II was "a
her . necessity. Deprived Of II she
would droop and fade; and better any
lot than to see her struggle and know
that he had brought IL upon her. Be-
sides. she had made her choice. To
her wedding meant flowers. music,
friends, the toilet Of bride. The future,
the communion Of two hearts. the
solemn responsibilities incurred were
but secondary considerations.
Goodbye, my darling" he said. a,
they parted; but when she added
''until tomorrow" he added neither
yea nor nay.
Tomorrow" the world knew that
Chester Thornley's ship had gone upon
the rocks. Many a his business asso'
ciates would have held out to him q
helping hand, but firmly and kindly he
refused every offer. He wrote Marion
a few lines. recalling to her mind the
conversation Of the day before. and re.
leased her from her vows to him.
III any good fortune comes to me"
he concluded. ''you shall hear Of it. II
/ am silent il is because my life is
wrapped in silence and shadow. Bless
you, darling, for the light you have cast
upon ii. II will be like looking back
10 Heaven. Idarc not see you again--
! tested my strength 10 lis full extent
yesterday. God grant that some better
man may win you; to love you better
is not within his power. Nor must
YOU think that l blame you that you
shrank from sharing the new life upon
which ! enter. Flowers can not live
without sunlight. l only wanted to
be sure that made no mistake in in
terpreting the best course for your hap
pincss."
And then, with few more warm.
passionate, loving words Of farewell,
the letter closed. Two years passed.
and the little world that had known
Chester Thornley, so well knew him no
more. He had entirely disappeared.
Ii was rs though the sea had opened
and swallowed him up. Marion Will
was Marion WiIloughby still.
If she suffered she made no sign, those
who had seen the one sparkling stone
which had been the pledge Of her en-
gagcment to Chester Thornley, noticed
that she wore il still. and Others, yet
more narrow watchers, observed that
always when she entered crowded
room she would take a hasty glance
around. as though expecting to find
some one not there. She was yet but
p. belle and beauty still. The
third winter Of his absence she left
home to spend several weeks with an
aunt.
II can not spare you." her father
had said. when the invitation came
But she. going close 10 him and lay
ing her head for = moment on his
breast. said:
Il think, papa. il would be best.
They were simple words. but he in
terpreted them Alright. The old wound
would not cease its bleeding. She
wanted to 60 amid new scenes, so h
only kissed her and bade her 70 remcm-
Der that the old father awaited her re
turn.
You have not been through thu
steel works." some one said TO her one
day. lit is really most interesting
sight. VIII you join party IL w
make mp one 20 visit them, Miss vii
loughby?"
with pleasure" she answered
lightly.
And her aunt. charmed with the sue
cess Of her beautiful niece. smiled Al
Clay Clayton's numerous devices 10 in
snare Marion's society. He was thu
great paris II the place. She had heart
something Of some early disappoint
ment in Marion's life. II would be |
splendid triumph thus to oblitcrate il.
The morning appointed for the expe
dition dawncd beautiful and bright
They seemed. indeed. like droncs in
truding upon some busy hive Of work
ers as they entered the great buildin,
and looked about them. Department
after department they visited, watch
ing with interest the delicate machin
cry and its wonderful working.
Marion's cheeks flushed with interest
and Clay Clayton. noting, thcaghf h
had never seen her look so beautiful
To-day he determined he must speak
when suddenly he heard . cry, an,
CHANGING up saw her standing quit
apart from the group. her eyes ablaze
her lips quivcring. AT little distance
from her, adjusting some piece Of ma
chinery, was . man in a working
blouse. Her cry also attracted him an,
he looked up. Their eyes met. Hi
face grew dcathly pale, but gave NJ
other sign Of recognition. She wen